Although I'm not good enough a writer to actually be at stake as an author, I feel that I have to express what I feel are points about life, and which I can't (at least not easily enough)write with good quality. I apologize for that :-( ... and hope people can enjoy these stories anyway.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

It Seemed to Her that She Knew Everything About Flirting

“Indeed!” she said.

He looked at her.

“Indeed!” she repeated. “I very
often feel that we are one!”

“Should I believe that?! ... Or do
you want me to just pretend it for the sake of having an affair?”

“I feel that we can be seen as one
because the sense we have of each other is that when I want
something, you seem to want to handle it as though you knew what it
was about!”

“I feel that we are not one, because
we don't belong to each other!” he said. “If it seems to you that
I seem to know what you feel you're about, then how come I don't seem
to find it a safe assumption that you are about, ehm, whatever you
are about right now?!”

“Indeed,” she stated one third
time, “do I feel that you and I pertain to one another! But since
you have now ruined it, I'll just have to move away from the thought
of you as a guy I would be likely to have for a partner!”

“Well! I see that you're trying to
engage me in trying to pretend you've been working on me all day or
so!”

“I don't feel I have to show it to
someone that I'm working on contact with! I feel that we two are in
contact, just because of that extra notion of you and I being
intuitive about something, now and then, that scores on us as similar
in our wishes!”

“Only this morning you said to
Harold, just as if I didn't exist, that there are no men except him!
Now, how can you find yourself to be intuitive with me after treating
me as so uninteresting?!”

She looked thoughtful. “This morning
I was, ... let's see. Harry and I seemed to relate to each other like
we were into finding ourselves at home with each other! There's
always room for a newbie to be seen as welcome to greetings so that
he or she doesn't feel left out!”

“Oh! That's every newcomer I
suppose!? ... Or is that only the male ones?! Or the young and ones,
even?!”

She looked at him, fairly upset with
what he just said. “Do you feel that I have to be harassed just
because I help some people feel smart at relating to what I am?!”

“I don't see that I have to feel that
you're just helping those people to adjust to what's proper to know
about you! I find you to be flirting with just about everyone in the
office, and, okey, especially teh new boys that come here and lack
experience!”

“Don't they need to find themselves
at home right here, and ain't I doing what there can be done for them
to feel at home!?”

“I don't feel that you treated those
new girls that same way!”

“Don't insult me about not being able
to know how to suppose they need my introduction! It's they who are
cunning already; in the ways that I know how to introduce people into
beginning to be.”

He peered at her with suspicion and
some contempt over him. Then he sighed. “I'm not going to believe
you! But I know that those studs that come here and don't know about
you will! So how come you try to score on me!? Haven't you got enough
of them already!?”

She touched his shoulder and said:
“It's you who are the kind of guy who really is what I really love
to fancy!” There was an air of delight over her.

He looked stubborn. “Bitch! For the
sake of pretending I am the only man you want in that certain manner!
...”

She sort of smiled at this comment,
then said: “You and I have nothing to engage in with each other.
From now on I'll keep away from you, and so also, I expect, will you
keep away from me! Right, stud?!”

“Alright, I'll keep away from you!”
he answered.

With that they ended the conversation.
From then on they only occasionally glanced at each other, hardly
ever both at once. Also, from then on, they both pretended that they
wouldn't ever have been attractive by that other person!